working hard with few breaks never felt so sacred
With little money and poor housing
working hard with few breaks never felt so sacred
Not producing enough food
Hardley any water to quinsh my thirst
working never felt so sacred
I looked past the green sunset hills only to find children working
It seemed as if my town was no longer what it was
It was no longer the Alabama sky that caught my amazment
but the sadness in all the faces of people I admired.
The tears i saw people cry were flling up the river then evaporating into thin air
Pouring down from the dark skies i once looked apon
The trees that bloomed beatuiful colors only bloomed the green of the leaves
It was as if they died when this town crumbled
the animals i saw hoping around only walked a slow pase
like they knew what was happening to the people and their faces
I looked up at the dark sapphire sky and thought...
working hard with few breaks never ever felt so sacred
Megan's town poem
Alabama Skyworking hard with few breaks never felt so sacred
With little money and poor housing
working hard with few breaks never felt so sacred
Not producing enough food
Hardley any water to quinsh my thirst
working never felt so sacred
I looked past the green sunset hills only to find children working
It seemed as if my town was no longer what it was
It was no longer the Alabama sky that caught my amazment
but the sadness in all the faces of people I admired.
The tears i saw people cry were flling up the river then evaporating into thin air
Pouring down from the dark skies i once looked apon
The trees that bloomed beatuiful colors only bloomed the green of the leaves
It was as if they died when this town crumbled
the animals i saw hoping around only walked a slow pase
like they knew what was happening to the people and their faces
I looked up at the dark sapphire sky and thought...
working hard with few breaks never ever felt so sacred